The Past Tense Of Youth: A Chapter Medley.

 

My book, ‘The Past Tense Of Youth’, is set in ( Istanbul ) Turkey and travels back and forth in time starting in 1936 and moving back to 1908.  The novel ends in 1945 coinciding with the end of WWII.  blonde beauty for the haremEssentially it is a fictional romance against a historical backdrop.  This page is meant to be a taster in order to lead you to the chapters already appearing in my blog.  I don’t know yet when the book will be completely finished but am keeping the last few chapters a secret.  I hope you will be tempted to buy the book.  Happy reading.

 

They held hands and gazed into each other’s eyes while they danced in the moonlight.

ballroom Rana & GurelThey had been dancing like this since the dawn of time. Their love an eternal flame that could never be extinguished.

I stood there glued to the spot. Unable to blink for fear they might evaporate into thin air.  Back into the mists of time. Lost forever in twilight.

I had at last found the answer to my burning questions on immortality.  There really was a fountain of youth.

I began my search in the place where the moon still had sway.

Where the trees whispered in the soft breeze of evening glow.

Where they had first glimpsed the essence of beyond.

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It was whilst meandering through the market stalls, the air filled with exotic spices that he first laid eyes upon her.Rana:Gurel

She was of another world delicate and ethereal yet with a strange gaze that promised resilience.

The brash young Turk knew that he could not live without seeing her again.

He must somehow find his way past the guards and into the palace.

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An irresistable force was pulling me back, back into the room, from which the woman had fled just moments before.

I glanced back at the painting.

The woman had been replaced with someone new.  I couldn’t quite make out the face but the more I stared the clearer it became .

crown of loveThe face was mine.

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The other women glared at me like I was some sort of poison and then left the courtyard back up to their rooms in single file leaving me to ponder alone.  Which was my room?  Oh well only one way to find out.  I climbed the stairs and stood at the end of the corridor waiting as each in turn entered their rooms.  Only one door remained open ….Rana's face

A tall and exquisitely elegant figure glided past me into the room beyond the open door.   As I followed her she looked down at me with a disdainful glance and bid me pour her a glass of water from a pitcher on a table by the bed.  I understood at that moment that I was her servant.

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I had also been chosen on that day.  The eyes that stared down at her from the great white horse were his eyes.  I’d know those eyes anywhere .

The eyes he had looked into had once been mine. Not hers.  But if this were so how could he have been her lover and how couldLeighton Light of the Harem she have described him so exactly?

The world I wanted to return to was nearly thirty years into the future.  If only I hadn’t stayed behind.  If only I hadn’t climbed that staircase.  If only I had never entered this room.  If only I was not the only blonde English girl in the harem.  If only …..

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© Renee Dallow ( Hybiscus Bloom ) 30/9/2014

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